She is on her knees in an empty room.
An empty room with 4 white walls and ceiling. With no door, no windows.

Her heart is stone cold as she transforms into that ruthless hate filled being.

But her heart bleeds as she pines for answers and for that one thing in life everyone questions.

Her hair is ragged and long, white clothes torn and smeared. Her face, overcome and screwed with grief and rage, as the old ghosts come back to haunt.

She raises her arms, and with her mouth agape, she unleashes all her fury.

Crying and screaming is not enough.

She flings herself against the walls till they are splattered crimson with her blood.
She abused herself till she could move no more.